Air
How my lungs gasp for you, Your presence is like the oxygen I grasp so desperately. like how the breeze surrounds me, My skin begs for you it burns for the bliss that's called an embrace. I became lightheaded for you, dizzy and dizzy from the bare thought that we're surrounded by the same winds that keep us apart.
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